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Jsbwalker — The Bouquet
Published: 2014-12-14 21:31:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 179; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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To weeping kin I lace with love,pansies for his thoughts
Rosemary sprig to keep his wits,
remember loves he's lost
Oh beauteous queen, there's fennel for you
I'd give you a daisy, but you're not untrue;
To me, I suppose. Instead columbines,
I beg you repent your great compromise
There's rue for you, our lord, great Dane
penitence takes time
What price was paid that you may reign
A pity or a crime
Hair braided with rue, it's different from you
I lost my love when my love grew to shrew
Regret: your fury dies from din to dust,
you choke and splutter on its futile must
To sweet Hamlet, There's a daisy
yellow, white, and bright
I beg you pull its petals off
and let it shine some light
I had violets I could give you,
But they withered all
I found soiled father's blood helps not
a plant to grow up tall.
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Comments: 3
Very pretty 
However, the last two or three lines seem to mess up the rhythm of the poem. Maybe it's just me? I can't claim to be an expert in poetry 
Other than that (And even with that
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I'm glad you like it! You should read Hamlet.
Each stanza has a different meter in order to make them feel like separate vignettes instead of one whole piece. The last one goes, 8:5:8:6:8:5:8:6, The word "soiled" in the second last line is a strange word that has only one syllable, but feels like it has two. If you don't say it with the right stress it can feel wrong, but I can't get rid of it because it's a good pun.
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I know I should. I have a basic understanding of the plot and it sounds really interesting. I just have a lot of difficulty deciphering Shakespeare. 14th century Italian poetry is easier to read
Okay. Now I see. I guess with all my stress I still don't have the right kind
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